[alada]

— Обожаю эту песню… — вздохнула она.
— Почему?
— Не знаю. Потому что… Потому что деревья, они не стонут.
— Ты влюблена? — неуверенно предположил я.
Недовольная гримаса.
— Нет, — призналась она, — нет. Когда ты влюблен, такие песни тебе ни к чему, как мне кажется… (с)

If you were the road...

If you were the road
I'd go all the way
If you were the night
I'd sleep in the day
If you were the day
I'd cry in the night
'Cause you are the way
The truth and the light
If you were a tree
I could put my arms around you
And you could not complain
If you were a tree
I could carve my name into your side
And you would not cry,
'Cos trees don't cry

If you were a man
I would still love you
If you were a drink
I'd drink my fill of you
If you were attacked
I would kill for you
If your name was Jack
I'd change mine to Jill for you
If you were a horse
I'd clean the crap out of your stable
And never once complain
If you were a horse
I could ride you through the fields at dawn
Through the day until the day was gone
I could sing about you in my songs
As we rode away into the setting sun

If you were my little girl
I would find it hard to let you go
If you were my sister
I would find it doubly so
If you were a dog
I'd feed you scraps from off the table
Though my wife complains
If you were my dog
I am sure you'd like it better
Then you'd be my loyal four legged friend
You'd never have to think again
And we could be together till the end

@темы: люблю, музыка, читаю

Comments

[Christmas Deer]

к невзаимной влюбленности вполне подходит, мне кажется. есть в этом чувстве что-то садистское. If you were a tree I could carve my name into your side %Е

[alada]

даааа! да, что-то в этом есть)